MiniJacksonDiAngelo

Little fluttering hearts Falling from the sky Cupid shooting arrows Why do you miss mine? Red lipstick and red dresses Shy hands reaching forward Curious kisses and touches Will you be my Valentine?

Looking- Is too hard. Let’s not look. Acceptance- Is too hard. Let’s go in denial. Going through it- Is too hard. We have no choice. Feeling- Is too hard. You have to. Okay. Living- Is too hard. Let’s not live.

Apple, ice-cream, grape, cherry All safely enveloped in- ahydrochloricacidbox Swirling and curling Crushing the artery, and freezing the brain Brain Freeze Inch by inch Morph the organ To frozen H2O - - - And then shatter Into a million tiny pieces Each warping to its’ own Multidimensionalvortex A whirling mass of fluidity That wanderlusts the most And leaves me gasping.

The crippling of letters Slinking together to make feeble ‘sentences’ The cacophony of ideas Swarming Eating Talking all at once SHUT UP Still a blank page A giant box – in front of The pathway From your brain to your hand And the support: “Stop thinking, I think I can smell smoke” Damn you Self critique “I have done nothing, discovered nothing, been nothing, and there are absolutely no thoughts in my head that anyone would want to read about” “I have nothing to say” Ooh, this is good, let’s write this But How This is a bit demoralizing - -       - Okay, down to the middle &

Those honey blond locks I see; We talk every day. Those honey blond locks I see; We talk a lot. Those honey blond locks I see; We talk on weekends. Those honey blond locks I see; We talk when needed. Those honey blond locks I see, Are turning brown.

Hop, bunny, hop Up into the sky Float, balloony, float But not TOO high Cause you see, bunny When you go too high You can’t come down And don’t go too down, either Cause then people step on you And you don’t let them step on you but still You’re nice

The sun is in my eyes Grass underneath my skin And as I open the shutters To look Rays shoot in Going completely through Seeping through my body And into the ground Roaming the Earth And back up through the windows I have given; The Sun and Earth have finally met